I’ve just spent over two hours searching the nooks and crannies of my house for … paper.  It’s the first time I’ve really noticed what a “cranny” is.

I started perhaps in 1985, making notes about something.  Essentially, I’ve never stopped.  First it was random bits of paper, then sheets from a tiny notepad, then Day-Timer pages.  Eventually I graduated to recipe cards.

I’ve just counted them all: 900 recipe cards and 927 assorted pages, most filled with handwriting front and back.

There’s a journey here.  I’ll tell you more tomorrow.